Ye Xiyue looked at the person who suddenly rushed out, and her heart seemed to fall into an ice cellar, making it cool. She really guessed it?

The bell rang, this is the death knell of the palace.?

Nan Wushuang glanced at Ye Xiyue and shook his head in surprise, "Xiyue, the emperor was fine just now, how could he write the handwriting he wrote for me personally..."

"What a Nan Wushuang!" A cold shout came, and the guards made way. Murong Yu walked slowly, with a cold brow, "Nan Wushuang, you actually colluded with the Beiwu Empire to murder the emperor."

"Get out! Murong Yu, shut up!" Nan Wushuang clenched his fists and waved his palm away to restrain her third guard. She pulled Ye Xiyue into the hall.

Murong Yu's eyebrows were filled with coldness, "Kill her for me!"

"Who dares?!" Nan Cong walked over with great strides, wearing dark black armor, glaring at Murong Yu in front of him.

Murong Yu smiled wildly. These people did not dare to break into the Emperor's Hall. "General Nan, are you here to see Nan Wushuang off?"

Nan Cong sneered. He had been worried since Nan Wushuang and Ye Xiyue left in the morning. If it were on weekdays, Wushuang would have to go home in the morning. But today he had not seen Wushuang and Ye Xiyue go back until dark. He couldn't help but worry. He had to come to the palace. Before he could reach the hall, he heard the ringing of the death knives.

Immediately, he was so scared that he walked quickly, and the emperor passed away?

Although the emperor's health has been getting better and worse in recent years, he will not die young.

It was not until Murong Yu saw the guards calling for the guards to kill Wushuang that he spoke out and stopped him.

At that time, all the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital rushed into the hall like a tide.

Ye Xiyue and Nan Wushuang were forced to enter the hall. As soon as they entered, Nan Wushuang pulled Ye Xiyue straight to the inner hall. A pale man lay on the soft couch in the inner hall.

The man was only in his twenties, thin, with a face as white as rice paper, and a blood-colored lips. He was filled with a dead and deep breath.

There was a trace of blood on the edge of the bed and on the ground. The blood had not dried yet, and it was obvious that he had just vomited blood.

The eunuchs and generals knelt on the ground anxiously, crying, "Nan Wushuang, the emperor treats you well, why do you want to murder the emperor like this?"

Nan Wushuang stood there blankly, obviously not recovering from this incident.

The imperial doctors came forward one after another, took their pulse, looked at, heard, and asked, but Sima Wen was like he was dead.

The imperial doctor who had diagnosed the death of the emperor before, knelt on the ground for a long time.

All the imperial doctors shook their heads and knelt on the ground. Obviously, Sima Wen is dead?

Ye Xiyue looked at Nan Wushuang worriedly. If Sima Wen died, Nan Wushuang's life would be difficult to protect.

Nan Wushuang's mind was confused now. She didn't know why things turned out like this. She was fine just now, but she just walked out of the hall and the emperor died?

Sima Wen had no queen or mother. Over the years, Nan Cong and the Murong family have been assisting him in the government affairs. Compared with the complex royal family, Sima's royal family was small, but fortunately, Nan Cong and the Murong family were both loyal.

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening? The emperor was joking with me just now. It is impossible...it is just a moment..." Nan Wushuang murmured in disbelief.
Chapter completed!